If this moment had a song playing on the background, this would be an accurate track: 봄날, 벚꽃 그리고 너.
That’s right; it would be spring, cherry blossom and you.
The concentrated rendition from what reality really is will pretend on for 3minutes 51seconds.
The moment the last finger finally leaves the key,
The whole make believe will hang away in metaphors of wishful longings and magical flashbacks.
I hang away my thoughts of you like how a wet laundry would on a rainy day.
I found it to be true that having my heart on my sleeve no longer justifies the longing for you.
I can’t express further how the passing days have no confidence in itself to dream any longer.
I hang away to dry,
with constant rain.
